I've completed half of my first version of my Torts Neglegence outline, and transferred half my notes into it. Holly is cheerfully enjoying the morning smell of microwaved cinnamon scones and lunchtime loaves of bread baking and french onion soups being ladled and wafting through the coffee laden air.
This morning was interesting, as we got my Jeep's Virginia state inspection, and met some interesting people. Getting up at 6am was the easy part. Bella's nibbling on my ears as an early alarm is honestly charming. Getting to Virginia this early with Holly was a little more demanding, but she's usually cheerful, too. We went accross DC, through tenleytown, and over the Chain Bridge into Arlington. South on Glebe past Marymount University got us to a familiar Exxon which boasted inspections and emissions testing at precisely 8am. We waited until the owner arrived at 8:30, and talked with a really nice, large framed, thirty's aged asian man named Dung, who wanted to practice his english.
Dung is a really nice guy who sounded more slavic than asian, so I asked and he said that he was speaking Mongolian with his colleague at the garage. Their "R's" were very russian sounding, with a distinct roll of the tongue, completely different than the french or pretentious english rolling of "R's." He was a fast worker who, when his boss, the short, friendly, but brusque looking asian owner, asked him to do something, there was a spring in Dung's steps. I was struck by an apparent presence of strong work ethic by his manner. I didn't get the owner's name, but walked with purpose, and a scowl. But when he spoke, he smiled and called everyone, "brother."
We left with renewed energy in the innate friendliness of people. Many District of Columbians are wrought with the "get out of my way" mentality, even when not in a hurry. Times like these refresh my memory that there are many, many nice people who enjoy being around nice people. Plus, if you need a friendly garage in northern Virginia, I cannot vouch for their ability, but I give this service station an A+ for friendliness.
1 comment:
there def. was a spring to his step. I giggled each time he flew across the station to help someone, he seemed to do it so enthusiastically. I love Virginians they are for the most parts so nice and fun to talk with.
Can't fault you for the difficult comment. When I am tired, I do tend to be a little difficult but it wears off fast.
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